Genealogical research is just plain fascinating. You don't even always know what you're looking for, and then you find something beyond what you'd expect. These ancestors of yours are real people, who were good and bad in and of themselves and believed things that we now know aren't true and also espoused beliefs we honor today.

Unrelated (ha ha), I ran across this poem yesterday about a group of families in an area of North Carolina many of my Quaker ancestors came from.

The Rays and Russells coopers are,
The knowing Folgers lazy,
A lying Coleman very rare,
And scarce a learned Hussey,
The Coffins noisy, fractious, loud,
The silent Gardners plodding,
The Mitchells good,
The Bakers proud,
The Macys eat the pudding,
The Lovetts stalwart, brave and stern,
The Starbucks wild and vain,
The Quakers steady, mild and calm,
The Swains sea-faring men,
And the jolly Worths go sailing down the wind.

I'm part Folger, Coffin, Gardner, Macy, Starbuck and Worth. :) What a combo.

It sounds like this group of Quakers had one of the earliest stations on the Underground Railroad. (My ancestors possibly had moved west by that point.) One of the Coffins (not a direct ancestor) owned the station passed through by "Eliza" in "Uncle Tom's Cabin." Or so that internet page said. The internet says so many things, like that Mr. Ed was played by a zebra. (Which it turns out did happen, but on rare occasions.)